Runaway

By Melanie A., Tazewell, VA

Image Credit: Kari S., Mesa, AZ

We collected our footsteps on the way down and in the midst of our hour of defeat, we found a home in each other’s presence, a rebellion in our quiet riot. We watched our castles burn, sparks and glitters turning to dust (the way gold in a young child’s eyes would) imagining they were the fireworks strewn across our eyes’ sky(knowing we would give anything just to run away)